How did it come to be that you and I must be far away from each other everyday?
At the beginning of next month, the song will start playing in my blog again. Then when this dear site has received too many hits, the song will stop. Grrr.
I'm cold. I'm sitting in the middle of my living room, my laptop propped against the sofa and I'm cold.
I want Mr Binks to come home. Please oh please come home..
I realized something after Gandos came into our lives..I always wondered if I would be able to love my children the same if I had more than one..and I always feared that I would have a favourite. At least until Gandos came into our lives. Kiki used to be my one and only favourite cat in the world and I love her so much but when Gandos came in, it felt as though the love was shared evenly. I still love Kiki just as much and somehow I love Gandos alot too. I don't have favourites among them. I just love them both so much. I pretty much learned that you can't quantify love.
Then Mr Binks entered. And I fell in love with him too. I miss him so much. =( I miss him sniffling around, looking at me with that curious, innocent expression only kittens can have, rubbing his wet nose against me, rubbing his body against my legs, nibbling my finger, licking my finger, licking my ears, crawling over my laptop and accidentally switching it off, following my around everywhere.. I even miss him meowing.
I'm really really really sad. It really feels as though my heart is breaking. I want Mr Binks back, please Binks, come home and I promise that we'll never let you out of sights ever again...=*(
Gandos is special. She and Mr Binks look exactly alike. Gandos is sitting beside me now and I think she's sad. She never had a friend to play with until Mr Binks arrived..Mr Binks is a playful ball of boundless energy.
That's right. I'm using present tense.
I still remember the first night my sister brought Mr Binks home. He was crouched right at the back of the cage meowing really loudly looking really scared..but he still gobbled up all the kitten food we gave him. Oh Mr Binks, please please please come home..
Gandos is special. I found her meowing under my block, eyes still closed, only about a day old, still unable to walk when I was going out to meet Shahrul. It was rainy season then when we got a new cat. It's rainy season now when we lose one.
Looking after Gandos was hell. I wish I had the old pictures. Trying to get her to drink her milk - force-feeding was neccessary, taking her to the vet, wiping her everyday, bringing her to Kiki so that Kiki could keep her warm..It was hard as hell. Everytime you fed her, you weren't sure if she was choking or swallowing air or the milk. It wasn't easy, but we did it. =( We were so careful, took so much care. How then did we manage to lose Mr Binks?
We looked everywhere for Binks. I know he's probably dead..what are the chances that a kitten will survive this rainy season? Two grim possibilities: eaten by a snake or fell into the drain and was swept away by the strong currents. Which one? Maybe he was cat-napped. But that's not possible. Mr Binks doesn't even leave home..and he was there in the morning, he was sleeping on my grandfather's bed trying to get warm..
Mr Binks picture is even the picture on my wallpaper. It's been two days already...
:*(
Oh my heart, my heart, it's broken..
